ISIS also 666 also ISIS

ISIS also 666 also ISIS

ISIS also 666 also ISIS

ISIS also 666 also ISIS

I see IS Snake

I see a snake without a head the rattle heard beside my bed the body keeps the rattle heard the war continuing to me the end in sight the leader lost his fight he will lose his life the will of others in the fight lost to sight they need no more recruits they need no more jack boots the end is nigh for all the younger lads need just to stay at home to learn the garden zen become we need no war machine to kill a snake without a head a fangless body a rattle heard is stopping no more war the answer to the problem the BIRD has spread her wings to join in the fight she makes a nest for allies in the fight she has the head please look beside the water on the beach to find this thing and pull the fangs of ISIS clean the sand of evidently poison hiding in the sun the body ISIS burning books like Nazi using Hitler tactics sabers rattleing while still destroying works of art fight fire with fire the TURKS are killers from the very olden days of GOLDEN artifacts of stone. Perhaps ISIS is off her throne and the ALLIES of the warriors of old are bold to take the body down and even the rattles will be found the noise of ISIS gone the way of any snake without a head today it made me happy to see the battle joined a ruling country in the war of ISIS to be won no further from the truth a crisis

ISIS also 666 also ISIS

MuddyStickisGOD

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MuddyStickisGOD

 MuddyStickisGOD

A Religious Paroday

The Missionary was inclined he liked to make the buckets in a line the corners of the tents he tied in four pillars of hope the bugs stayed away from him in dark the village slept. He made a cross the first day he was in the square the Medicine man was making mud in the pitt he took the cross and covered it. The Medicine man said MuddyStickisGOD the Missionary nodded his head and called it Jesus. The whole village danced the dance of Jesus bowing back and forth like windded jugglers they praised this GOD this MuddyStickisGOD they called it Jesus just like the Missionary said it. The Reformer HeadMaster came to the village and was asked to sit and watch the dancers he sat there stoned and listened to them chantters as they called that Muddy Cross the Jesus they sang a song of muddy water calling on this MuddyStickisGOD they bowed before it the Missionary sat there smiling unaware of anything was wrong he liked it. The HeadMaster was the HeadMinister of his religion He asked the Missionary what the MuddyStickisGOD was supposed to represent now to this people to this tribe of Aborgines is the the way we want them to see Jesus? OH yes said this young Missionary they understood me from the very first day they putt the mudd upon the cross sticks very carefully they even called it Jesus dont you see this HeadMasterMinister? He only frowned the poor mans smile away. NO. We see a bunch of Pygmalion Aafricaans worshipping sticks with mudd caste upon them there is no evidence that this is our religion worship in this glen observed is decadent and vague not blessed. Cant you see this my poor Missionary man? He left in his Heliocoptor Car in a paroday of Jesus in the clouds he waved down at no one there all the villagers were still dancing down near the Muddy Cross the Missionary smiling back at them convinced that he and he alone had saved the souls of all them stoned Native dancers in the glen they kept saying Jesus over and over again but some were saying MuddyStickisGOD instead of Jesus. Then is when the real Jesus opened up the sky and stood there looking down at all the villagers dancing there and took only the Missionary with him up to the Heaven in the Sky the Missionary asked him what about them villagers. They will be along later they are saved never worry about that you did a great JOB my little Missionary man for Faith in me is the only thing that saves you. What about the HeadMinisterMaster Reformer in the heliocoptor? He will make it later too he needs more work he needs to take the place of you look down there in the glen he is dancing with the dancers now trying to understand them. And down there in the glen the Former Reformer HeadMasterMinister was dancing with the villagers saying Jesus and MuddyStickisGod and bowing down and chantting and then weaving and dancing like a windded juggler back and forth before this Muddy Cross and he sang a song of muddy water as he sang he sang a song of Jesus saying MuddyStickisGOD.

introspection

introspection

introspection

the fatt man hooked his sizable thumbs into his belt loops they would not fit into the belt or under the belt they are just two ham hocks he smiled the crooked smile they all wear them lopsided like its not really there it would not dare to seem a nice face to anyone so dumb and the side kick fellow was the same only worse they each faced me off and smiled right back at me like wolves intent on a delivery of food he can see into my draw string bag give us the peanut butter NO eye cried eye bought the jar at the PubliX store its for my lunch not to slop them hoggs and my wasp spray can was interesting to the men they wanted it to ruin it to spray the thing away I use it to spray the misquitoes away and its just a found thing no money is involved but its a real intent of mine to get inside and later to get out without losing any clout eye dont share my things like a boy in a playground and they are not really serious they are only making funn at me because it gives them some sort of UNholy pleasure to be mean with friends like these eye wont have many enemies smiling today at my introspection

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September 19, 2014 at 1:07pm

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iif this is the way eye write when eye am damaged and hurt what might eye have been what might eye have become

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do you strain your brain to try to see the infinite universe do you have a mental picture of all those points of light in the sky the stars spinning as suns with planets like our own why would a Living God make a Universe like this and only one Life Giving Planet Earth but you see it might be it might be it might be only we in this Universe a boy might try to pull a cloud full of rain down from the sky and squeeze it like a sponge to drink his fill me up inside but there is a reason this wont work he might get hurt the cloud is cold to his touch and full of hurt the electric light might touch his hand and short him out he might get hurt from ice in the cold touch of the cloud there is no life in the cloud is only fire and ice no water safe to drink the boy is just a boy and not a man to reach the cloud with hands so full of time a man would use the cloud to flush his head of signs and problems of the past just rinse the fate and step over to the cloud to ease the worth of all there is the grace of living after death the cloud is stuck in the sky and fixed to be there on high it will not do our bidding it will not be a used in the hand for fitting in the mouth of a boy or a man the hand will not move the cloud at all in a dream the cloud is mine to squeeze the cloud is mine in a day dream is it written that the SUN and the Earth is the only place in the Universe where life is allowed to dwell there is no need to visit other stars the rocks are only granted lights up end the sky no life is ever formed on heights but only misty ground is found the clay and then the sight of day the soul is hardly ever found the future of the world is hidden in the cloud
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MicroLard

You will need to select the template located on the product page of the item that you have. If there is not a template available for the configuration you will have to setup a custom template. MIcroLard MicroLard Rendering unto MicroSoft today eye remember eating real food it is nostalgia they dont make it like they used too it is not the same dough is not lard enough meat is more green limits imposed by rules add flavor to the mixed fruit and veggies postal employees use spam to make dinner in the third degree of time passes less now you seem to be the last eater left food is guilty on the plate not judged enough not using lard to make the dough food is slough meat is not tough enough salads shoot the innocent pass more quickly away people used to eating dinosaurs need more poor people were once richer food was once upon a time a source ingredients gradients MicroLard comes in a big large barrel bring your small pails and buckets to the MicroSoft store ed.note.ed enjoy ewe microlard

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O christians

O christians O christians

November 14, 2013 at 1:17pm

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O christians everyOne

O christians
O christians
everyone
thanksgiving is approaching us now
O a symbOl Of Eternity
the circle unbrOken heavens family what Of lOve can a man lOve mOre than Only One but let me putt this O tO yOu anOther way
a part Of everything neither ying Or yang the mOvie seen the mOvie scene hOOded saints a wOrshipping a cave sexless beings wOmen mixed up with men but Only praying near a stone slab an alter representing gOd abOve tOO pOOr to light a candle nO incense nOr crOss hiding frOm those rOman sOldiers death is certain nOw fOr Jesus name is hated all Over rOme O what have we dOne to anger gOd he sent his sOn his death has frightened everyOne the ApOstles insisting that we are all saved and sO we stand here hidden frOm the daylight and we pray tO Jesus waiting fOr his returning tO this Earth where life is gOne
O christians everyone

Seven Horses of the Sun

Seven Horses of the Sun

Horses of Helios

Chapter One

`As the guard moved silently on the treads around the stalls of the Sun God eye went swiftly dragging my lame foot into the first chariot where the seven horses stood waiting for Helios

quickly eye took the reins and shouted in a fair imitation of his  voice at first nothing happened then the lead horse jumped upp and they all began to fly away those ample wings of gold seemed impossible to fly they sped upp into the Roman sky

we leveled off and flew the horses assumed eye was Helios and they followed his course around the sun as iff he was here but it was only me suddenly a panic below us  were the ships of Ra the EgYptian god was circling the  sky pretending to be Helios

would the horses obey me now

they responded only to the voice of Helios

eye could not fail eye had studied him completely day after day hidden outside the stalls listening to the inflection of the broken God

for he was the son of Zeus lame just like me his left side almost gone he held the reins of the lead horse only in his twisted left hand just as eye held them now

moving swiftly down eye called to the Horse in Greek  the others followed only him they sensed a  victory complete the egYptian  vessels dived to escape my wrath this erstwhile Roman intent on making the Sky only mine

Pharos and Ra would never rule the Roman Sky

Hera had sent me to stop them and stop them eye was just above the first ship of Ra it dove to escape the heat from the Golden wings of Helios

Pharos twisted out of sight thinking eye was Helios but only  Android eye called softly now to the Horse Pegasus and the other horses followed him as we began to rise in the Roman Sky

bring to mind your intelligence imagination now ewe should see the horses shining below and above the chariot makes Helios look like the orb of the Sun seen in every Nation in the daytime

10 am and all is as it should be

MOnday NPM 30 2012 APRIL gone

MOnday NPM 30 2012 APRIL gone

fortunes of the war
a remake of SHANE
the western movie
written once
but lost no search will Google this upp
Boss Shane was a hard man his wife the best looking thing in town the cowhands all exceeded the city limits just to get near the side road to get a glimpse of her when she comes out of her cabin they hope it is not raining the CharlaX poet drew his six gun waiting in the sun for Boss Shane to come on down the road he took a slug into his thigh like all the better western movies did to make the women cry and then he shot the old cowhand to win the woman of his dreams again the dragonfly spy found me today eye told him to tell you its ok now eye will be fine when eye can eat eye will be much better now the time has come for all the days of April to be done because the first day was not right belonging to fools and devils the month will have another flower poem at the end call it April 31 again. The danger past it passed like wind the time is mine again each day like a dropp of rain all adding upp to final wetness. SHANE

Eightteen April Days

EIghtteen April Days

Eightteen April Days

INn the shadow of the Alamo

and inN the shadow of the Cross of Jesus

with Davy Crockett

eye am not a tall man as men go walking eye move slow eye take the limp away by constant moving on the go eye look so normal to the most of them but the man with the walky talky and the blue shirt on did not like the way eye was dressed eye do not like the way you are dressed is how he said this to me and it has somewhat let me down the Texan walks in town and must protect his Citizens but not from clowns who dress the homelessness eye have a reason for each item eye putt on my wollie cap it helps me see when sun is sweating me it keeps my head from over heat and lets me breathe while the extra shirt absorbs the sweat upon my back and all the rest of things work much the same to keep me dry or cooling off to a much needed level as eye walk past the Alamo where Crockett is enshrined the Alabaster IMage smiling down at me is Buckskinned IMagry the bas relief like some sort of Ancient Egyptian god this American who gave his life for me stands out though shorter then Colenal Travis he is taller there to me and so am eye as eye walk beside the Alamo we three seem to agree Jesus Davy Crockett and me. Even in my Alter ego old homeless felt real proud of this Texas Statesman who counted himself dead for Freedom. He may have shook the hand of the Governor of Texas perhaps other state Senators. Iff its true that Jesus Judges mens deeds and thinks its good to die to sacrifice a life to save other lives it might just be possible that to give ones life as a Hero to defend freedom is good enought for a Just GOD who still cares about everything and nothing loses his attention. It is straining my beliefs to accept this as the truth there must be more to the Alamo then what the Spaniards are still telling us and it certainly means even more today then there odd tourist attraction. Eye felt the Spirit of Davy Crockett on the streets of San Antonio and eye feel a little better now under the Cross of Jesus in Texas Eightteen April Days

SIX APRIL POEMS

The Demon and Webster

A classic remake

this poem is not real life it is taken from the android brain of the person typing this poem is not to be considered or to be abused this poem is to be taken internally read or preused take this poem to your brain and chew

Webster was surprised when the Demon materialized there was the smell of ozone and a quick blue flash and the smell of gas the slick almost web like hair was jet black the Demon sat down before Webster could react he took a Cigar out and it lit all by itself and then the Demon smiled and he said Webster the Devil is too busy to talk to you today so SHE sent ME. Daniel had to smile. So what is it going to be this time eye have won every battle with the She Devil she never wins she never will my life is mine. The Demon kept looking outside as iff someone was supposed to arrive. This was making Webster nervous. The idea is this people think they have the right to make noise dood is dood spelled backwords whenever and wherever they wish to talk to someone there is not any rules made to prevent this HOWEVER other people who try to make noise such as WIFI without headphones are told to MUTE you must MUTE they tell them to be quiet. This is misinterpretation of the rights of all the citizens. VERY nice Daniel said the Demon but the IDEA is this the laminated crediit cards are indeed making noise but they do not care iff it is bothering some other person it is there bananna it is there nickle in the phone so to speak and there is no real way to prevent this they cannot go about wearing a bubble on the head to stop the noise. You need POWER to break the signal so they stop abusing the rights of other people you need real POWER to reach out and ZAP advantageous form of ID so it wont work. HERE and with that the Demon reached over to Webster and flashed a blue ARC over to the corner it was waiting like a real power just waiting for Daniel to reach out and take it. WAIT. The She Devil wants your soul. IN return you get the POWER photobucket is no unlimited forever. Is it a Deal ??? Daniel WEbster hated NOISE especially stupid idiot boxes sold seperately conversations when he was in a Public Place it would be so COOL to ZAP them turn them off and keep them that way. He Hesitated after all it was his SOUL in the bargain for thee DEAL was good the deal was fun but today the deal was not to be done. POWER Webster smiled. Is the soul of a mere person really contained inside his harddrive. It is still an external device not the 666 we have all been promised the end of the Mayan Calender is next weekend  on EASTER would be a good time for all of us to GO HOME Webster scratched his head and smiled tell that She Devil NO was all he said the Demon left in a cloud of blue smoke Webster frowned down at the carpet there was a 666 burned with radiation then he smiled PROOF of the after life perhaps the cleaning lady would come now. END OF STORY END OF STORY END OF STORY SIX APRIL POEMS 

थे Falcon

The Falcon

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Birddday


The falcon was first he swooped out of the wash and into the trees just gliding UP eye can not ever seem to see how he does that defying gravity flying up without using his wings like a cartoon stick figure no propulsion needed. His way of saying hello to mee the eye. He heard me whistling eye love to whistle to the falcon. There was a dragon fly so surreal with surround sound eye heard him before eye saw him only in my mind he was spy sent from lady friend to seek me out his head was blue with body green just like a dream of course he made no actual sound it was my senses tuned to gragon. The Hummingbird was nice and then eye saw his twin they both flew UP like falcon did and seemed to show the wings with pride they were green like camouflage. Then the Hawk came UP and went to SIT a pole and rule near the old iron OWL someone had a scarecrow in the yard to chase away the smaller birds or just to scare the rats away the Hawk was falcon two a larger version of my friend the falcon. The Condors were too far away but that’s how eye knoe that it was them the size of the birds in the skies and the wings so large at first eye saw one and then there was two they were in the jet streams of GOD. It made me remember the Condor at the Canyon of GOD and how he swiveled his head from side to side like a cartoon character intent on making me his next victum inside his poor hungry belly. Iff incarnation is real and they are people that GOD did not like eye can not feel sorry for them they are a fright and get lots of mice in the rocks they can eat with ease the face is at least three times the size of poor hands on the mee.

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Faded Newspapers

Tao, Doa, Da Ching , life flows every Bhuddha knoes life flows hang on to one day and it will slow but never stop it flows it becomes tomorrow at midnite and starts all over again. A Man thinks with finite lines nothing infinite can enter his mind he thinks therefore he is he thinks therefore he was for when a man dies his thoughts stop everything is gone. What is worth that immortal soul that GOD gave to you at birth the one inside you now iff ewe can read this pome you still have one it goes it flows it resides with GOD again who made ewe who made us who made the eye. Life is pain they say because they hurt life is pleasure because they love life is good because they eat life is bad because they cannot sleep life is over when its death life is never flowing lest it stop life is always flowing if its quickly moving finding GOD storing limits in the finite mind leaving them sometimes to make a poem leaving world behind to find the GOD the newspapers in the closet never saw the light of day or sun and yet they yellowed aging just as iff they were laying in the yard nothing keeps a paper young it yellows and turns hard rock brown eventually becoming stone and now we come to the new internet joke. Eye left my computor double parked next to my camel so eye must be off. Eeeeeee what a good joke eye even laughed at this myself. They hang the diplomas on the wall like the wall will last forever the better diners have a plaque usually of the parking lot with a dollar bill tucked in the corner under glass to represent the first dollar ever they made no its not eye am sure that it is not they changed it several times eye rally believe this that they took the original back and replaced it with a new one from 1985 oh well go look iff ewe don’t believe eye. Then next to that is the faded photograph of the yellowed newspaper hanging on the hook that they will tell you was took with a $20 dollar Kodak. It has a picture of the owner waving a dishrag. Do not believe it is a fake iff you could take that picture of the wall and blow it up it will be a picture of the Don Ameche playing God. They put it on the wall to fool us all to make you think the wall will last forever but it’s just a faded yellow brownish rock out in the parking lot a faded newspapers.